I sit in the sun and read. Don't worry, I always put on sunscreen beforehand. I know too well how easily my nose turns bright red at the smallest exposure to that brilliant golden glow.
The past couple of weeks (I think; my concept of time here is off) have been filled with days of cloudless skies and comfortable temperatures floating in the 60s during the day. Today is no exception.
There is a stone patio directly outside of the guesthouse with a picnic table, another table, and six chairs. There is a small pool about 20 feet to the left of the guesthouse entrance. It is currently covered because it's too cold to swim. I take one of the chairs and place it on the edge of the pool. There's a sweet spot that gets direct sunlight for about four hours during the middle of the day, with a short break of about 20 minutes (right now) when the sun moves behind the only tall building in the area. I'm still in the process of reading Long Walk to Freedom by Nelson Mandela.
It is moments like this - sitting in the sun, feeling warm, soaking up vitamin D, devouring page after page - that bring me so much joy and contentment.
I am momentarily unable to move forward with my work related to the South African Citizenship Amendment Act and the Births and Deaths Registration Amendment Act. The boss has all of my notes to review. We need to sit down so that he can tell me line by line what the organization supports or opposes and how I should move forward. So until he gets the time to do that, I'm going to enjoy my book in the sun.
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